Breathing Styles Ideas Novels & Stories

"And I need you to breathe with me. Can you do that?" I tried to shake my head, but his hands held me still—not forcefully, but firmly enough that I couldn't look away from his eyes. "Yes, you can," Nicholas insisted. "Watch me. Focus on nothing but my breathing. Breathe in—" He took a slow, deep breath, his chest expanding. "Hold—" He paused for a beat. "And out." He exhaled slowly and deliberately. I tried desperately to follow his rhythm, my lungs fighting against me. In, hold, out. In, hold, out.

“I… I don't know. I… I can't breathe. I feel faint. What's wrong with me? What's… what's happening? I… I can't breathe—” “Shit! Shit! Shit.” I felt the bed dip and she pulled me into a hug, my head against her chest. “Follow my breathing method, okay?” I nodded. “Now, shut your eyes. On the count of three, okay?” I nodded again, my chest tight. “One, two, three. Go.” She drew a deep breath and I struggled to copy her. And when she exhaled, I did also. “You're doing amazing,” she said softly. “Now let's keep going.”

Today, both of them sat facing the sun, bending their legs from knees and crossing them. Enjoying the spreading warmth of sun, they started their practice. Wang Wei asked Yin Yue to concentrate on her breathing. He instructed her to do breathe ins and outs slowly first, observing the abdominal movements, then to adjust the length of breaths as long breaths...He made her practice to retain her breath for some time, increased the retaining time of breath. After practicing for a considerable time, they stopped it and got up. Then Wang Wei started teaching her some new movements which required the breathing control. When learning those movements, she was able to distinguish the usage of differen

I turn on my heels and stride across the room, my long hair blowing back over my shoulders, and the long cape swaying out behind me as I quickly move through the room, not stopping until my face is inches from the window. I look out the window, my eyes sweeping across the trees. I draw a deep breath through my mouth, filling my lungs, which feel deprived of oxygen. I slowly exhale through my nose before drawing another deep breath in through my mouth, trying to calm my racing thoughts, trying to calm my racing heart, and trying to calm the infernal rage burning inside me. My eyes flit back and forth as my mind works over time, shifting through memories of every report I read and verbal accou

I didn't know how to explain what I had seen without breaking down again. I released a low breath, trying to calm myself with the breathing techniques I had taught myself. I could do this. It wasn't a big deal. I could do this. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on keeping my breathing even. The more times I did it, the more times I could feel myself relax. I didn't stray from the breathing techniques, counting each breath in my head. I briefly opened my eyes, casting my gaze to the door, I prayed no one would come in. Especially Julian. I was sure I wouldn't be able to look at him the same way. I shook off the thoughts, going back to focusing on my breathing.

My attention span sucks! I fixed my posture and relaxed the muscles on my face and whole body. I could feel myself floating on the ground, carried by air. I inhaled for four seconds, slowly and calmly. And let it out after three seconds of holding it. I repeated the breathing for moments I could handle and let my mind stay blank.

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James walked around and sat in front of her and adopting the same pose as her. “Let your hands rest on your legs or between them, whatever posture that legs them hang relaxed,” he continued, and she did as he told her. “Now I want you to close your eyes, breathe in for five seconds and out for three. Try to keep your mind empty or think of some placing relaxing and positive,” he continued, and Lily nodded. She tried to empty her mind but found it impossible, so she thought of a positive place.

She watched it focus — the terrible, effortful way his attention had to travel back across some tremendous distance to arrive in the present moment. "Breathe with me," she said. She made it audible — exaggerated the inhale, made the exhale long and visible. In. Hold. Out slow. She did this five times and watched his chest begin to synchronize with hers, the way one pendulum eventually matches another through simple proximity.

“Let us begin.” He started with advanced breathing techniques. Rebecca lay on the mat and followed his instructions. She breathed deeply while squeezing her inner muscles in rhythm. The feeling was stronger than before. Heat quickly built between her legs. Every breath made her more aware of her body. “Add movement,” Liam said. “Roll your hips while you breathe. Imagine riding with full control.” Rebecca moved her hips in smooth circles. She increased the speed gradually. Her body responded fast. She felt herself getting wet. The fabric of her panties stuck to her skin. Small moans escaped her lips as she pressed harder against the mat. Her clit throbbed with every roll.